Losing My Grasp…and Finding My Way Back
Nov 2 · 5 min read
From age nineteen to twenty five, I struggled to maintain a grasp on reality, fighting through nuclear explosions in my mind. Within those years, I was hospitalized three times for “psychosis,” which I use interchangeably with “extreme state.” There were a few occasions I was nearly admitted, but I managed to dissuade my devoted family right outside those big, slamming hospital doors. I was out of my mind, way too far in it, dreaming while awake, severely sleep deprived and starving. I was having existential crises and ecstatic spiritual awakenings, digesting truths and falling prey to a…

